The bald Qiang seemed to have some objections to Zhao Hu. After seeing the cigarette butt, he said disapprovingly: "Hmph, isn't it just a cigarette butt? Our Marines have seen so many times. Needless to say, it was naturally left by the Japanese. But it would be a bit fantasy that you can find their secret stronghold from this cigarette butt!"

Zhao Hu put the cigarette butts in front of his nose and smelled it, and then took the exam to teach Captain Qi Mao and the others: "I've told you, have you found anything?"

A short young team member nicknamed Beaver Zi said: "This cigarette butt was stuck vertically in the grass and mud, which means that the smoking soldiers were in a very upset at the time, and they were a little unwilling. From an angle, if they were using their right hand, then this road was the path they entered the valley! I guess there were their ambush ahead, and there were not many people."

"Oh? Not many people? Where did you see it?"

"I saw it from the lodging grass. There were no more than twenty people in this group, and there were two of them injured, one was light and the other was severe!"

Niu was so bragging that he saw that this guy could actually judge the number of enemy troops in front. Not only did he not believe it when he killed the bald Qiang, but even Maria, who was on the side, surrounded him.

She looked at the short, black-faced young man with big head curiously, and then asked in stiff Chinese: "This soldier, where did you see that there were two wounded men on the other side? Just these broken grasses?"

When he saw the beautiful woman asking questions, the little beaver was immediately excited. If he hadn't been able to get up, he would have wanted to slap his chest: "Report, report to the beautiful officer, I, I can see from these lines of footprints. Look, these two rows of footprints are squeezed together, one of which is a bit left, while the other's right footprints are much deeper. This means that a minor injured person was injured in the leg, and this situation occurs because the other Japanese army supported him to advance."

Maria nodded with conscience, and then asked again: "So, these two other lines of footprints were left because the Japanese carried the wounded too heavily?"

The little beaver nodded: "It should be that way, but there is one thing I don't understand. The pace of these two stretchers is too different, which makes me unable to determine whether it is a soldier or a logistics staff member. However, I heard that the Japanese army's logistics is very dedicated, and I believe they can't get out of this kind of yangko dance."

Zhao Hu said angrily as soon as he heard this, "What's there to guess? One in front is a soldier, the other in the back is a civilian, and they are civilians in their own country!"

"Ah, all the civilians in our country were taken to the battlefield?"

"If I guess correctly, these civilians are not forced, but organized spontaneously. Don't underestimate these people. Their combat power is not weak and the most unnoticed. So I ordered that in the next time, no one is allowed to have sympathy for them, because no one knows that these guys who look like civilians do not carry weapons and ammunition. Once someone is sympathetic, they will cause a large group of comrades!"

One of the pretty little soldiers asked, "Then how can we tell whether these civilians have weapons?"

Seeing that the little scholar was blanched by the Mao brigade, and then looked at him with confusion, Zhao Hu did not answer directly, but looked up at the hills on both sides of the valley and said in a dull tone: "Two years ago, the Japanese army swept the Hebei Plain. Some of our comrades were not prepared for the Japanese army's automated marching, and they hoped to get help from the local people and hide in the crowd to avoid searching. As a result, no living gust was left in every village surrounded by the Japanese army!"

Seeing everyone's indignation expression, Zhao Hu whispered: "I can't issue any orders, but you must remember that most of these civilians were executioners who participated in the massacre at that time. They like to tie grenades to their waists, and even let the elderly and children act as powder kegs. If anyone treats them as innocent objects, then more comrades will die under the enemy's human bombs!"

Captain Mao slapped the gunshot and roared: "Head, we understand what you are going to say, don't worry, I only have one word: Do it, I will bear any mistakes myself!"

"I'm counting one!" The little scholar raised his right hand!

"I'm counting one too, I counting one..."

Seeing the hatred that surged in everyone's eyes, Zhao Hu felt relieved. He was walking on a tightrope next time. Who would really let the civilians go freely because of sympathy? The only one who was unlucky was the special operations team. Maybe if someone died, they would be chuckled by those American soldiers!

Before the attack, Zhao Hu popularized the knowledge about cigarettes for everyone: "This cigarette butt is finely crafted and smelled from the taste. It is a cherry blossom brand, with a pack of more than ten yen. As far as I know, only squadron leaders and above are qualified to smoke this kind of good cigarette, but judging by their long time, the Japanese smokers have been out of food for several days, so this cigarette is probably smoked by the Japanese logistics officer."

August fire is approaching the equator, and the heat waves are hitting the crowd. Only at night will there be a slight cool breeze, which is many times better than the hot day. Of course, this climate is also the best time for the night attack teams of both sides of the enemy and us to attack.

After this period of teaching by example, the basic stealth of the special forces has begun to take shape. They followed Zhao Hu closely, crawling silently in the tropical rainforest like lizards. The summer breeze and the sound of leaves have covered up the slight movements of everyone well.

The valley was trumpet-shaped, and the group went to the back of the trumpet before climbing the mountain. Even if the Japanese were well prepared, they would only guard against the needy ground around the trumpet. However, as soon as Zhao Hu set off, he ordered everyone to slow down and move forward in seclusion, which would undoubtedly cost exponentially.

A squad of big bugs following him crawled and muttered in his heart: I'm getting more and more timid now. How could I meet a Japanese on such a dark night? Even if I encounter it, the gun in my hand is not a vegetarian. And with a muffler, killing a few Japanese is no different from killing a few bugs!

Before the complaint in his heart had spread, someone in front of him kicked him twice. This was an emergency stop signal, indicating that he had encountered an enemy!

The big insect kicked backward in a conditioned reflexive manner, then gently climbed to the left, occupying the favorable terrain, then gently pulled the bolt and slowly extended the muzzle.

The alarm was issued just the right time. Five minutes later, a slight rustling sound came from the mountain on the left. In a short while, several black figures swam down from the grass like snakes. Their movements were standard and reliable. The bayonet in their hands was painted black, and there was no trace of reflection.

The vanguards in front were quite regular and silent as they marched, but the dozens of Japanese soldiers following behind were not much to see. The long bayonets were stuck in the muzzle, and the branches were scraped from time to time, making noises. But they actually dared to talk in a low voice, saying that they would destroy several American soldiers tonight no matter what.

To say that using rifles in the jungle is a mistake, but these people are even bayonets. Are they really stupid?

The answer is naturally no. When the Japanese attacked at night, they did not want to use their guns to make noise first, so they naturally had to choose the best bayonet. However, they were short and even with short bayonets in close combat, they were not tall. Therefore, every time they attacked, these small soldiers kept holding bayonets and shouting and charging, which was also a helpless move they were forced out.

Let the vanguard go, and the third group, who served as the defender, automatically assigned a few people to follow him by detour, but no one dared to take action easily before they received the order.

The Japanese troops in the small group behind were getting closer and closer, and the whispered conversation was pouring into their ears and eyes. Everyone's hearts were also raised to their throats. The tiger's mouth that stuck in the gun handle was oozing sweat, but Zhao's head in front was still silent as iron, without making any sound.

Seeing that the Japanese army's feet were almost overhead, if anyone took a step to the side, they could step on the hair under the gentle slope, but Zhao Hu was still silent. It seemed that as long as the enemy did not notice this encounter, they would not be able to fight.

Sure enough, after all the Japanese troops left, Zhao Hu did not have the order to launch an attack. A large soldier was about to move his body slightly when he was pulled by the big insect and stopped his movements.

After a while, a group of Japanese men appeared in the corner of his eyes again. There were not many people, only about ten, but they were equipped with two Type 99 light machines, and their movements were standard and agile. At first glance, they were old veterans. The soldiers around him, including the big worm, immediately took a breath. Fortunately, they were usually strict in training, otherwise they would have suffered a big loss this time!
Chapter completed!